When lead detective Y/n Stone is sent undercover to infiltrate the infamous crime syndicate: The Spades, she comes face to face with their leader Park Jimin, who makes her question everything she's ever believed in. Suddenly, she must make a choice of who she is versus the person she wants to be.

"I thirst for your hatred. I will drink it from you like the finest of wines." Solace Novella

When business grad, Soy Y/n, receives a call from a former colleague about a job position opening up, her interest are peaked. Soon enough, she stands face-to face with business tycoon, Park Jimin, who turns her world inside out. Suddenly, Y/n must make the choice between having everything with her boss or having nothing at all.

"I want to know why you do it." "Why I do what." he asked, stripping off his overcoat. He flung it over the back of the couch without much thought as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "Why you always save me. Every time I'm in trouble you always come to my rescue." I blushed as he kept undoing buttons and turned away as he slowly revealed his chest. "Should I not?" He asked in a bored tone. "That's not what I- I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. I just want to know why." I spun around to face him again during my apology and was unable to take my eyes away from him as he peeled his shirt off himself. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and my eyes roamed his chest appreciatively. As my eyes drifted lower, I noticed a thick scar course from the left side of his abdomen, across his hip and down before disappearing beneath his waistline. Realizing I was staring, I blinked a couple of times and cleared my throat before looking up again. His dark eyes were already looking at me. "You're important to them." His reasoning made my heart ache. As he turned to head to the bathroom, my next words stopped him in his tracks. "What about you?" He stood there with his back turned to me. Minutes passed, but it felt like hours before he finally turned, casting his beautifully dark gaze on me again. "Am I important to you?" Our eyes never wavered from each other. His heavy bootsteps echoed in the silent room as he stalked towards me. He didn't stop until he stood toe to toe with me. His hand slowly came up to cup my cheek. His eyes dropped down to my lips as his thumb lazily drug across them. His hand traveled to my hair, threading his fingers through the strands before releasing a heavy sigh and meeting my eyes, scorching me with the fire behind them. "There are feelings for you that I wish I didn't have." Cover credit - @escape-from-realitys-stuff

The Dark Circus is what we call it. The shows that take place after dark are not for the faint of heart. The world of circus acts and freak shows have always been filled with wonder and oddities, but the seven men who perform after the crowds have gone and the gates have let in those who aren't afraid to venture into the dark and unknown are different. And just like their secrets that run deep, so too, does their obsession. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I sat in front of the mirror. The dressing area that was usually bustling with activity dark and lonely. The bulbs in the vanity flickering with a struggle to stay lit as I stared at my own reflection. Lifting one shaky hand, I tightened my grip around the makeup brush hoping to steady it. Before I could place bristles to skin, a hand shot out, gripping my jaw tightly and turning my face towards theirs. My heart pounded in fear as my eyes met the cold stare of Namjoon. His face was expressionless, the harsh set of his eyes the only thing giving him away as they scanned my face. His fingers tightened around my jaw at the same moment his lips turned into a frown. "Don't make it gaudy. It doesn't suit you." The quick flicker of his eyes to my brush indicated he meant my makeup. He released me in the next second. Walking out of the dressing room to the backstage area to prepare. I gulped, now even more nervous. I heeded his advice, toning down my normally vibrant palette for a darker scheme. My hands were beginning to sweat, body trembling as I exited the dressing room to follow the same direction Namjoon had gone. By the time I arrived, Namjoon wasn't there. Only Jungkook and Jimin who glanced at me for half a second before returning to whatever conversation they had been engaged in before my arrival. "Ready angel?" the sound of Jin's voice coupled with the hand he placed low on my back sent my heart racing. "We have a show to do."

"Hello, Gray," he told her as he stepped up to her. "The golden boy of the hour. Hello," Gray replied. Jeon Jungkook, the Golden Boy. He was Loved by all and good at literally everything he did. Gray knows she could never match him physically. Jungkook is untouchable in all things athletics, but academically Gray makes it her sole mission in life to stay two steps ahead of him. "Gray," the girl under his arm greeted. "Kit," Gray replied Jungkook is known as the "international playboy." He has a colony of bunnies, as Gray calls them, that follow him around everywhere he goes-ooohing and Aahhing all over him. Gray pays them no mind, even calling his girlfriend of the week Kit- a term used for a baby bunny, knowing she won't be around long enough to know her name. Hello everyone! Welcome to my third fanfiction. If you have not read (Lie, Cheat, Steal & In the Dark), Don't worry! This is a stand-alone story. The story will focus on Jungkook, but the other boys will make an appearance too. It's not a BTS fanfic without all 7! As always, Enjoy!